Many Strings Attached

4 - procrastinator

"Oop- you were going to kiss me now weren't ya" I mimicked his tone with a clear cut smirk on my face indicating my victory. If your playing games, just know games can be played by two Natey Nate.

" Hah, good one. I wasn't though" his breath hitched.

The sexual tension was slightly built up. Slightly? There was no slightness left at this point. The heavy air surrounded us and we both realised the tension built up. I moved back and lay behind casually.

"So, uh didn't you mention that you have classes to attend soon today?" He said, changing the topic, but this time scooted closer to me- not to kiss but he placed his leg above mine as we say on the stairs. I did not say a word. I was enjoying it, and he knew. Placing his right thigh above my left- was hot.

We talked about general things completely ignoring and sliding away the fact that there was so much of tension built just few minutes ago.

"Hey, show me your hand. I wanna compare it to mine." I took his hand in mine and placed our palms together. Damn, his nails- perfect- long nail beds and clean and well cut not uneven or too grown, his hand size- perfect, bigger than mine but not giant. His fingers were long and slender and looked well kept. His nails looked well manicured too. Don't mind me but I have a thing for hand and foot. Not that I am fetish or anything, I just like them presentable.

"Oh my gosh- your hand is so big! Wasn't it obvious!" He mimics a girly accent and sarcastically states it.

"Haha. Shut up smart ass. Your hand though- it's rough." I said, genuinely though.

It was hot, too. Slowly I am realising why is he such a hot mess and yes, he is the Wattpad guy. I liked his hands that way, rough. Don't get me wrong, not to stereotype but guys with rough hands give me more of a tough guy type- I don't fuck with guys with soft hands.

"As if yours is smooth, huh" he caressed my palms and gasped. He failed on his attempt to prove me that I had rough hands- haha.

"Oh okay- you have smooth palms." He said in denial, and disbelief.

I just laughed on him, it's silly. He's silly.

I did not realise we were holding hands till he said, "do you, by chance, have any plans to leave my hands?" He sweetly asked me with a smile on his face. He knows what is he doing.

" Huh- take it. You're the one holding it." I pushed his hand away and rolled my eyes.

"Anyway, I gotta go. I have class to attend." With that I left.
 

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I was sitting in my class and I received a text from him

' I put on my airpods and let the music blast, I'm not afraid! I could go home- alone.' he put up a grumpy face at the end.

A small chuckle left my mouth. Nate was afraid of ghosts, he would not let me go because the lights were flickering and the stairway that looked pretty normal to me scared him. Not to mention i was a party to scare him a teeny tiny little bit moments before I was going to leave.

'thats such an achievement now, isn't it?' i replied back with a rolling eye emoji followed by a laughing emoji.

'Shush- you don't get to tease me like that! You scared me partly. No YOU scared me. There's no partly in it.' his responses really are something.

I left him on seen as the lecturer entered the class.

During the lecture, I was texting him on and off because the lecturer was boring the heck out of me and I needed something, or someone to entertain me.

By the end of the lecture, the only thing that got in my head was i was going to meet Nate, again.

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It was around seven p.m. now and I waited, tapping my shoes on the stairway, waiting for the same asshole I met earlier this morning.

"Ugh" i groaned to myself and eagerly tapped my toes, faster this time.

"Hey hey hey," i heard his smooth voice sweetly greeting me as he grabbed my waist in a gentle manner and took me aside.

"Yeah we're so close right?" I dramatically said taking his hands in mine and removing them from over my head, infront of me- my face.

"We could be- if you let me be." He soft whispered in my ear slightly kissing it.

I pulled away neck behind- out from his contact basically.

"Tch, sit cmon. Don't give me a bad trip" he rolled his eyes.

Taking my hands in his, he took me near him and said, almost inaudible, "you said you don't get butterflies, right?" His face was close to mine, there were a few inches between our faces which kept us apart.

"Yeah." I breathed.

Just as I said this, the warmth of his hands covered my cold neck and his warm plumpy lips were pressed on mine, delicately, yet uncertain. He pulled back quickly, and stared into my eyes-

"now, did this give you butterflies?" He said, his eyes were dominant yet, asked for my permission, whether or not he could continue.

And I did what was right, without signalling him anything, I pulled him close to me by his hair and kissed him . There- he kissed me back without giving it a single thought and we started making out. Our lips collided against each other and our breathe became heavy, yet the urge- the want for more, carved in and we kissed harder. He sucked my lower lip causing me to moan a bit. And the next thing I know, his tongue was in control. He swirled his tongue around mine and wrapped it up with his. I pushed back and forth so as to completely take in his tongue and have the full of him.

He pulled away his tongue, and licked my lips- from up to down in a circular way, and his lips begged for my tongue- which I did, i clashed my lips to his again, and within a glimpse he breathed in my tongue and sucked it like his last meal ever. It was like tongue fucking each other and his hands never leaving my head. I wanted him, his lips, his body, my body carved for his even more and I pulled him closer to me, more, and even more.

We got so lost in each other, that we did not realise the sound of footsteps coming from downstairs.

Our kiss broke with a sight of a man, in shorts and and gym tank top, the loose one, for men, ofcourse. Shit. Never expected to be caught making out by someone, especially on the stairway.

"Uh- a-are you guys do-done?" He did not stutter, he was flustered and embarrassed, shy too. And the worst thing was, i know him. Not personally but yeah. And he's been working out forever but has no girlfriend, so I mean I'd feel bad too, if I was him.

We rushed upstairs because we were flustered too. He asked us if he could come up and we just replied with a yeah. Oh god this was a hell lot of stupid, and embarrassing.

I smacked Nate's arm and put my face in his chest because I felt shy after what just happened. Upon which I only got a chuckle in retur. Nate lifted my head up, put his hand on my waist, and swiftly pulled me closer to his body sideways leaving no space and he put his head on mine and let down a tired sigh along with another small chuckle. I slapped his abs again, and laughed shyly.

"Let's go now" i flustered and took him along with me.

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Heyy jaggies, this was one long chapter! I hope you guys enjoyed it though.
And a small note, I really look forward to get some support from you guys but it seems no one is willing to do so, no comments, no votes, i feel lonely y'all... Anyways, i hope you guys have a great, great day.

Love, S.